Lynx awoke in a forest to find that he was surrounded by beowolves. He sat up and wondered what brought on Salem's anger, she was like a mother to him though she had explained otherwise plenty of times. He gets up and spins in a circle, noticing a light in the distance and walks towards it while commanding the grimm to stay in their pack.

As he approaches the light he notices that it is from a forge from as blacksmith's and that a village is only 50 feet away. He knocks on the door of the blacksmith's and puts on his most innocent face, laying his ears flat to his head as the door opens. The man before him is wearing a large grey apron and has his long brown hair tied behind his head.

"H-hello, s-sir." Lynx says, trying to get into the emotions of the human. He was going to destroy him at a later date but he wanted to study him, to learn why his lady Salem despised this creature. "I-I lost my mother in the woods."

"Well, little kitten. Why don't you come on inside, this is the brightest light around she is sure to check here first." Replied the blacksmith, easily manipulated by Lynx's innocent stare.

Walking into the concrete room he felt the forge drying up his face and stared in awe at the arsenal of metallic supplies, forgetting that he was meant to be an innocent little boy. He quickly put his façade back up and turned to look+ at the six foot tall man before him. "If you don't mind son, I need to get back to work. Please stay away from the forge while I'm working, I don't want you to get burned."

Lynx stared up at the walls and made conversation with the man, probing into humanity. He quickly got bored of the conversation and the man became suspicious after half an hour with no mother arriving.

"Hey buddy where about did you lose-." He was suddenly forced into a wall by solidified shadows and all the air was knocked out of him. Lynx walked over and picked up a hunting knife from the wall. "So, Mr Blacksmith, why should I not kill you?" the blacksmith struggled for air as he gasped his response.

"I-I'm just a blacksmith. I forge weapons, I help the village."

"What else?" Lynx growled as he let the man fall to the floor and crouched.

"I fight! I train new huntsmen to defend the village from grimm…" His voice trailed off as his throat was tightened by a force that he couldn't see. Lynx's ears folded back. "What do you mean, defend?"

"I kill the-"Lynx plunged his knife into the man's chest using all of his strength. Blood splatted onto his face and he repeated the action again and again. He stumbles outside grief stricken.

I train new huntsmen.

Any of these people could be a murderer. Now I understand what my lady sees. He storms up to a passer by with knife in hand and thrust it into her back, not caring if people heard her cries. Surely enough a man runs up to him and aims and arrow at him.

Lynx drops the woman and walks towards the man as an arrow is loosed. It diverges from its path and follows behind him. Three more arrows are loosed and the same thing happens. By now they have a small gathering of people hearing the commotion. The arrows slowly move to the archer and circle him. Lynx raises his hand and waits before creating a fist.

The arrows simultaneously enter the man's body and pass through, piercing two people either side of him. Chaos ensues with many running and some staying to fight the small boy. Shadows easily sliced through all of the humans and destroying the village was quick and easy with no buildings even being destroyed. He sat gasping for air at the sudden exercise and shadows swirled around him.

Suddenly familiar red rings appeared all around him and he stood up pointing the knife at one. People clad with weapons and dark clothed poured out of the portals and stopped once noticing the destruction. Once everyone was out the portals disappeared and he was in a circle of warriors. "Who are you?" Lynx said as calmly as possible. A man stepped forward with to children either side of him. A boy and a girl. He smiled maliciously "We, are the tribe of Branwen."